Last night, after Sheila called it a night, I turned the the lights down and thoroughly enjoyed a movie that I hadn’t seen in decades… One of the Sinbad movies, I’m sorry but I’m not sure which one… maybe the seventh voyage one although I am not prepared to swear under oath.

Wayne, that’s one hell of a way to start a blog… does it get any better?

I’m not sure.

I remember seeing it as a child but I’m just too lazy to do the leg work. As a child, this movie was such a big deal. It was filled with claymation and at the time it was fuel for a child’s runaway mind. Last night however it was just hokey. Back then it was cutting edge technology but in today’s world there just isn’t a place for claymation. I suppose that’s for the best, but  let me at least say goodbye to an old friend that I have simply outgrown.

Goodbye Gumby.

Goodbye Davey and Goliath.

Goodbye all the Sinbad movies that span three decades.

The list is much longer that this but these are my favorites. I’m going to miss that Cyclops that was scary as hell, and those skeletons that just raised up out of the ground. Just like it was easy to say goodbye to rotary telephones, it’s not that hard to move beyond clay figures and stop action, and thoroughly embrace CGI technology that will make you believe that you are watching a dragon fly, but claymation required something of us that computer graphics  doesn’t, and I miss it.

Imagination.

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